TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING

: MILE HIGH ORGASM

EMBER’S POV

King Knox doesn’t stop, not even when the flight attendant keeps knocking and demanding to know if everything’s alright.

If only she knew that the Lycan King is currently buried deep inside me, fucking me like he owns me.

I bite down hard on my bottom lip to contain my moans, watching the feral hunger blazing in Knox’s golden eyes. His thrusts keep getting deeper, harder, more brutal—each one hitting something inside me that makes my toes curl and my vision go white.

Then he closes the distance between us and captures my lips in a devastating kiss, swallowing my desperate whimpers as he drives in one final time, so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.

His teeth sink into my shoulder—not quite a mating bite but close enough to leave a mark—and he groans against my skin as his cock pulses inside me.

I come one last time, clenching around him as he fills me, both of us frozen together, panting.

The flight attendant pounds on the door again, more insistent this time.

Knox pulls out slowly and I whimper at the loss, immediately feeling his cum start to leak down my inner thighs. He calmly zips up and smooths his suit like he didn’t just rail me in an airplane bathroom, then helps fix my skirt with surprising gentleness.

He picks up my destroyed panties from the floor and pockets them with a smirk.

“You’re not wearing these for the rest of the flight,” he says, his voice still rough with satisfaction. “I want you to feel my cum leaking out of you and remember exactly who fucked you properly.”

My face burns. This man has absolutely no shame.

Knox opens the door to face the mortified flight attendant. The woman’s eyes go wide when she recognizes him—everyone knows what the Lycan King looks like—and her face goes completely white.

Knox slips her several hundred-dollar bills without blinking. “For your discretion and excellent service.”

Then he walks back to his seat without looking back at me, leaving me standing in the bathroom doorway, thoroughly fucked, pantyless, and realizing I just had sex with the most powerful alpha in North America.

Oh my god. Oh my god. What did I just do?

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

I just fucked the Lycan King. In an airplane bathroom. Without protection. And now his cum is literally dripping down my thighs and I have no underwear because he ripped them off and pocketed them like some kind of trophy.

I return to my seat on shaky legs, acutely aware of Knox’s warm cum.

The businessman in 3B is definitely smirking like he heard everything. The flight attendant won’t make eye contact and keeps her distance.

I collapse into my seat, face burning with mortification.

I refuse to look across the aisle where Knox has calmly returned to his seat and is reading something on his phone like he didn’t just fuck me senseless thirty seconds ago.

How can he be so calm? How can he act like nothing happened?

Meanwhile I’m over here trying not to hyperventilate because I just cheated on my husband—even though my husband was literally in an orgy—with the most dangerous man in the werewolf world.

The Lycan King.

Gale’s boss.

The man who could destroy both our packs with a single word.

I need to process this. Need to think. Need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do now.

My phone buzzes in my bag.

I pull it out and see an unknown number calling.

My finger hovers over the decline button, but something makes me answer.

“Ember! Thank god you picked up!”

Gale’s voice makes my entire body go rigid with rage.

He’s calling from someone else’s phone since I blocked him. Of course he is. Of course he found a way around my boundaries.

“Don’t hang up, please, just listen to me for one second—”

“I have nothing to say to you,” I snap, but he talks right over me like he always does.

“What you saw wasn’t what you think!” His voice is high-pitched, hysterical, manic. “I love you, Ember. I swear to god, I love you. Those men meant nothing. It was just stress relief, it doesn’t count as cheating—”

Doesn’t count as cheating?

DOESN’T COUNT AS CHEATING?

I can hear Logan Reeves coaching him in the background.

“Tell her you’ll go to therapy. Tell her you’ll change. Women love that. Tell her it’ll never happen again.”

The audacity. The absolute fucking audacity of both of them.

“You’re calling me from Logan’s phone?” I gasp. “The same Logan whose dick was in your mouth two hours ago. Do you see the irony here, Gale? Do you?”

“Baby, please, you have to understand—”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

“I was confused! I didn’t know what I wanted! But I know now, I know I want you, I want our marriage—”

“What you want,” I interrupt, my voice shaking with barely contained fury, “is for me to keep playing the perfect little omega wife while you fuck whoever you want behind my back. That’s what you want.”

“No! That’s not—where are you right now? Just tell me where you are and we can talk about this face to face. We can work through this together like adults—”

“Work through this? You want to work through the fact that I caught you in a full gay orgy in our living room?”

“It wasn’t—you’re making it sound worse than it was—”

“How am I making it worse? There were three of you! You were on your knees! They were laughing about how pathetic I am!”

Gale’s voice shifts, becomes harder, more calculated. “Our marriage is a pack treaty, Ember. If you leave me, you destroy both our packs. Is that what you want? To be responsible for a war? Think about your parents. Think about everyone who depends on this alliance—”

“Oh, so now you’re threatening me?”

“I’m not threatening you, I’m just being realistic. You can’t just run away because you’re upset. You have responsibilities. We both do. This is bigger than us—”

A large, warm hand suddenly wraps around my wrist.

I startle and look to my left to find Knox has moved from his seat across the aisle and is now sitting in the empty seat right beside me, his blue eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that steals my breath.

When did he—how did I not notice him moving?

Before I can ask, before I can protest, he plucks the phone from my hand with the casual dominance of someone who’s used to being obeyed without question.

My eyes go wide. “What are you—”

Knox puts the call on speaker.

Gale’s pathetic pleading fills the quiet first-class cabin.

“—I know I hurt you, but running away isn’t the answer. Come home and we’ll figure this out. I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be the husband you deserve. I’ll do whatever it takes—”

Then Knox does something that makes my brain completely short-circuit.

He slides his hand up my thigh, under my skirt, and pushes two fingers inside my still-sensitive pussy.

Right there.

In my seat.

With other passengers nearby.

With my husband on the phone.

I open my mouth to protest but only a strangled gasp comes out. Knox’s eyes meet mine and there’s pure wicked amusement in them as his fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes me see stars.

“What the—are you okay, Ember? Why are you breathing like that?” Gale’s voice sharpens with suspicion. “Who’s there with you? Is someone there?”

I can’t answer. Can’t speak. Knox’s thumb finds my clit and starts circling it with maddening precision while his fingers pump slowly in and out of me.

This is insane. This is absolutely insane.

I’m furious—how dare he answer my phone, how dare he touch me like this in public, how dare he interfere—but I’m also getting dangerously close to coming and I can’t find the words to tell him to stop.

My hand grips the armrest so hard my knuckles turn white. I bite down on my lip to keep from making noise.

Gale is still talking. “Ember, answer me! Who’s breathing like that? Are you with someone? Tell me right now!”

Knox leans down, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers just loud enough for me to hear.

“Should I tell him? Should I tell your pathetic excuse for a husband that you’re currently dripping wet and clenching around my fingers?”

I shake my head frantically, eyes wide with panic and arousal.

Knox chuckles darkly and straightens up, his fingers never stopping their devastating rhythm inside me. Then he speaks into the phone, his voice cold and commanding.

“She heard you clearly, Gale. She’s done.”

Silence on the other end. Complete, dead silence.

Then—

“Who the fuck is this?”

“The divorce papers are already being prepared by my legal team,” Knox continues smoothly, like he’s discussing the weather and not currently finger-fucking me. “And I assure you, they’re very thorough. Very expensive. You won’t like the settlement terms.”

His thumb presses harder against my clit and I have to bite my fist to keep from crying out.

“Is that... no. No way. Is that King Knox Volkov?” Gale sounds like he’s choking. “What the fuck is going on? Ember, what did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“What she did,” Knox says, his voice dropping to something dark and possessive, “is realize she deserves better than a closeted alpha who can’t even make her come.”

Oh my god. He did not just say that.

“You son of a bitch! You think you can just swoop in and—”

“I don’t think anything,” Knox interrupts. “I know. And here’s what I know: Ember will be far too busy screaming my name to take any more of your pathetic calls. So stop calling.”

“You’re fucking her? You’re fucking my wife?! How long?!” Gale is screaming now. “I’ll destroy you! I’ll go to the Council! I’ll—”

Knox hangs up and drops the phone in my lap.

His fingers never stop moving inside me. In fact, they speed up, curling harder, hitting that spot over and over while his thumb works my clit with devastating precision.

I’m right on the edge, trembling, trying desperately to stay quiet. The businessman a few rows back has headphones in but the flight attendant definitely knows what’s happening and is pointedly facing away, her face bright red.

“Come for me,” Knox murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. “Come on my fingers while you think about how much better this feels than anything your husband ever gave you.”

His words push me over the edge.

I come hard, biting down on my fist to muffle the sound, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, my whole body shaking with the intensity of it. Knox works me through every wave, drawing it out until I’m boneless and gasping.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers. I watch in horrified fascination as he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“Delicious,” he says softly.

Then he calmly returns to his seat across the aisle like he didn’t just make me come in the middle of a commercial flight.

I sit there trembling, unable to move, unable to think, my mind completely blank except for one repeating thought:

What the hell just happened?